Bullets Made of Gold

[[Indie ME OC]]

[reinventeverything-blog]

“Don’t be silly. I wouldn’t have you buy it for me,” she told him plainly, not even realizing the images he had just pulled up. 

“Ah, maybe you’re right…” she conceded, rubbing her chin. “I don’t want it to be too much, after all…” Though truth be told, it was a bit late for that given her current outfit. 

“You’d look good in hats. Anything really. Best naked. I guess that’s what they call all-around good-looking though, right? Thoroughly good-looking~!” 

[nikyrian]

“Silly? Is it so silly for a man to wish to buy the woman he’s…crazy about something she really wants?” he asked softly. “I get pleasure from something so simple.” He glanced back down at the alarming image and kept his face expressionless. He did not wish to offend her by being less than enthused by the hat she wanted. Maybe he was right….Relief shot through him. She wouldn’t be getting the cow hat.  He found himself feeling far more territorial about her and didn’t appreciate the looks she received, even when he was at her side. The cow hat would draw even more attention to her…she would stand out like a beacon and she received far too much as it was. Then again, maybe people would be more apt to stare at the hat rather than every exposed, delectable inch. He -  Her next words interrupted his thoughts on the matter and his cheek folds heated up…truth be told, he heated up. It was just more noticeable in the soft skin of his cheeks.  “Best naked? I find that I’m okay with that,” he teased. Though, the thought of him in that hat made him shudder. “I implore that you do not ask me to wear this hat, no matter if you think I’d look good in it.” He stepped in behind her, put his arm around her and held it up, so that she could see the cowgirl hat displayed on his omni-tool. Unable to resist, he lowered his lips to her neck, his tongue flicked out to taste her. His other arm slipped around her waist and pulled her back up against his chest, momentarily forgetting the hat he was showing her, distracted by her scent and nearness.

[reinventeverything-blog]

Nik always had a way of making her feel special. He slipped it in casually, almost like he didn’t even have to think about it. It was perhaps the quality she liked best about him. Amelia never knew how badly she had been treated before until he was finally there to treat her right. Any lingering desire for the man who crushed her heart, any lingering doubts about never being able to find someone better than her suitor were put to rest. Nik was the answer. 

And he was silly! She wasn’t sure what he had been thinking, but no matter how cooly she slipped in a little flirtatious, slightly sexual comment, he picked up on it. “You’re a dog!” she accused with a laugh as he came up behind her, obviously trying to show her what he was seeing to explain his objection, but unable to resist pulling her to him and kissing her neck. “Mm...Make a mark...” she urged, closing her eyes before glancing at the omni-tool. 

She wasn’t sure whether to choke or to laugh, so she did both. “What?!” That was the ugliest hat ever. “No, no! I’ll find an example, but I’d never wear this! Like...a ten gallon hat! Oh, that’ll never come out right...I’ll find an example!” she promised. Not once during her conversation about the hat did she pull away or turn to face him. How could she? This felt far too nice. “You...You’d look good in like a 1940′s style human hat. With a suit. Like some fine gentleman, all classic and sweet.”

[reinventeverything-blog]

Amelia was just happy to find another friendly face. Roland was always so serious looking, and when Nik was away, she didn’t have anyone to smile at her or make her feel like she was wanted. With him back, she’d feel right as rain soon enough. “Nothing! Nothing happened~!” she lied, per usual, nuzzling his neck. “Want to come to my room? Could be fun~!” Even she knew sex was a good distraction, and she wanted their reunion to start off right. 

[nikyrian]

Nothing? He quirked a brow. One did not lie in a fetal position if nothing happened. He - her lips on his neck, the press of her body, took his mind in another direction.  He groaned at her words, his body trembling….his lips found hers….hungry…needing…wanting. “Will be fun,” he murmured against her lips.  He rose, holding her body tight to his, her feet dangling unable to reach the ground. He wanted to pick her up and carry her there quickly, but wasn’t sure if she’d be okay with that. He wanted to feel her legs wrap around his waist..He slowly allowed her body to slide down the length of his until her feet were planted firmly on the floor.  With his heart pounding, he released a ragged breath and loosened his hold on her. His hands slid down her arms to cup her hands. He squeezed them and released one. “Perhaps, we should go, before I forget myself and make love to you right here.” His voice was thick, strained and guttural. Every part of him had missed every part of her. He needed her.

[reinventeverything-blog]

Amelia had to wonder if all men were this easy, or if it was just drell. Maybe it was just Nikyrian, but either way, she was thankful she could turn his attention to other matters. Other, more important matters. “I missed you so much,” she breathes against his lips, shuddering as he promises her a very, very good night. 

She wants to climb him like a tree. Her laugh echoes off the walls as she raises her legs like a cowgirl slipping into stirrups, finding space just above his hips to lock them around. She frowns as he lets her slide to the floor, a veritable pout on her lips. “Niiiiik!” she whines. “I thought we were going to get...reacquainted. In my mouth, first, I was thinking, or are you eager to attempt a miracle impregnation?” 

She was just teasing, but she hoped it got her message across. The girl was eager. “I don’t mind you taking me behind the counter, but it might be bad for business and you get so possessive,” she says, already dragging him to her room. “Plus I’m loud and I want you to make me real loud.” Her mind was filled with impossibly dirty thoughts. She just wanted him in every way possible. 

[reinventeverything-blog]

She immediately started to laugh, clutching her sides because boy, these aliens were a hoot sometimes. “Nik! C’mon, be serious! You must’ve seen a western, right? Actually, maybe not. But just look up a picture. They’re pretty slick!” 

[nikyrian]

He cocked a brow. Had he said something funny? Western? That was a direction. They made movies about directions? He nearly voiced the question, but did not care to sound even more ignorant. He flipped on his OT and typed in cowgirl hat. 

He just blinked as the picture lit up the screen. It looked like some sort of black and white animal sitting upon a human female’s head. It’s broad face looked placidly at you, large, soulful eyes. He swiped his finger on the holo-screen to turn the picture. His mouth fell open. A large pink sack covered the back of the…hat. Were those teats? There was a tail that fell in front of the sack.

He looked at Amelia and shook his head. “No, ams….I - uh…you do not need to wear one of those. I mean, if you really wish to have one, I will get you one…” each word from his lips felt like it was pulled painfully past them. 

[reinventeverything-blog]

“Don’t be silly. I wouldn’t have you buy it for me,” she told him plainly, not even realizing the images he had just pulled up. 

“Ah, maybe you’re right...” she conceded, rubbing her chin. “I don’t want it to be too much, after all...” Though truth be told, it was a bit late for that given her current outfit. 

“You’d look good in hats. Anything really. Best naked. I guess that’s what they call all-around good-looking though, right? Thoroughly good-looking~!” 

[reinventeverything-blog]

Amelia at her work bench is normal. Amelia in the fetal position at her work bench is not. “Average people are even harder to deal with than rich people…Maybe I should just go back.” 

[nikyrian]

He knelt down beside her, his fingertips brushing down her side.. “Am I so hard to deal with?” he asked quietly. “I do not wish you to go back, Ams…I am partial to you here with me.”

[reinventeverything-blog]

Amelia let out an audible gasp as she recognized that voice, flipping over and quickly wrapping her arms around him. “Nik! You came for a surprise visit!” Honestly, it was just what she needed.

[nikyrian]

The grunt from the initial impact of her body ended in a groan as his arms came up to circle around her and hold her close. “I’m sorry I could not get that contract wrapped up sooner. I did not intend to be away so long. You are correct, my intent was to surprise you, but I thought I would sneak up behind you whilst you were working. What happened, Ams?” he whispered into her ear, unwilling to let her go until she wanted him to.

[reinventeverything-blog]

Amelia was just happy to find another friendly face. Roland was always so serious looking, and when Nik was away, she didn’t have anyone to smile at her or make her feel like she was wanted. With him back, she’d feel right as rain soon enough. “Nothing! Nothing happened~!” she lied, per usual, nuzzling his neck. “Want to come to my room? Could be fun~!” Even she knew sex was a good distraction, and she wanted their reunion to start off right. 

[reinventeverything-blog]

Amelia at her work bench is normal. Amelia in the fetal position at her work bench is not. “Average people are even harder to deal with than rich people…Maybe I should just go back.” 

[nikyrian]

He knelt down beside her, his fingertips brushing down her side.. “Am I so hard to deal with?” he asked quietly. “I do not wish you to go back, Ams…I am partial to you here with me.”

[reinventeverything-blog]

Amelia let out an audible gasp as she recognized that voice, flipping over and quickly wrapping her arms around him. “Nik! You came for a surprise visit!” Honestly, it was just what she needed.

[reinventeverything-blog]

“I really want a cowgirl hat! I just think it would go with my boots so well! Really tie it all together! What do you think~?” 

[nikyrian]

He tilted his head. “I’m unfamiliar with a cowgirl hat. A cow is an animal that humans eat, is it not?” He couldn’t imagine wearing such, female or not, on a head.

[reinventeverything-blog]

She immediately started to laugh, clutching her sides because boy, these aliens were a hoot sometimes. “Nik! C’mon, be serious! You must’ve seen a western, right? Actually, maybe not. But just look up a picture. They’re pretty slick!” 

[reinventeverything-blog]

Amelia at her work bench is normal. Amelia in the fetal position at her work bench is not. “Average people are even harder to deal with than rich people…Maybe I should just go back.” 

[insightfullinguist-blog]

Belle approached the small weapons shop, taking a quick peek inside. She’d been meaning to get a weapon for a while now, the news, strange thing that it was, said that the Wards were getting more dangerous every day. She wanted to…protect herself. Just in case. She walked in to look through the cases. Guns and various add-ons encased in glass. She had no idea where to even start. When she saw a tuft of blonde hair from around a container, she smiled. Thank goodness. Someone to help. “Excuse me? Miss?” She moved to get a better look at the girl behind the counter, only to find her curled into herself. “Oh! Oh dear. Are you okay?” She leaned as far over the counter as the hard metal and glass would let her to get a better look at the poor thing. “I hope she’s okay…” She whispered to herself.

[reinventeverything-blog]

It wasn't often Amelia could be caught moping like this. The girl had the bad habit of bottling things, of always remaining upbeat in the public eye no matter how she truly felt. It was a hard habit to break given it had been beaten into her during childhood. As soon as she noticed another person around, she stowed her hurt and her feelings of failure away. “Okay? I'm great! How are you, miss~?” She would avoid any unnecessary compliments, keeping in mind average people took offense at the silliest things. “You look like you're--!” Ready to buy? What if she isn't? Drat! “In my store! Which you are! Physically, you are here, and that is a fact you cannot deny!” She quickly poised herself in front of the glass case, smiling almost unnaturally wide. “How can I help you today? Not that you need any help, but if you wanted some, I would! Within reason, I mean. Right?”

[reinventeverything-blog]

Amelia at her work bench is normal. Amelia in the fetal position at her work bench is not. “Average people are even harder to deal with than rich people...Maybe I should just go back.” 

[reinventeverything-blog]

“I really want a cowgirl hat! I just think it would go with my boots so well! Really tie it all together! What do you think~?” 

[reinventeverything-blog]

“Insults?” Amelia’s eyebrows immediately furrowed, a frown gracing her features. “Now why would I go insultin’ someone I’m trying to sell to? That’s not a good business tactic. Why, if you felt insulted, what are the chances you’d buy yourself one of my weapons? Probably slim to none, even if you did realize they’re far superior to anything else you’ll find around here.”

If there was one thing Amelia hated, it was being called stupid. A part of her was used to it, but that part also seethed with hatred for the assumption. She knew how to build nearly every type of firearm, knew how to create one with the raw materials, how to craft it, how to make it a powerful and aesthetically pleasing tool. Was that something a dumb person could do? Of course not. But here she was, being labeled as ‘dim’ again. It was like she never left home.

“If you’re practicing until you bleed, you’re probably not using a very good weapon,” Amelia pointed out. “Unless you’re using an old-fashioned style, and I admit, they’re trusty shots when their owners stay on top of upkeep, but most don’t. Leather, fingerless gloves are a nice way around the situation.” She wiggled her right hand, showing off her own pair. “Even if you know how to shoot, you might not know much about weapons. I’ve run into plenty of people like that at competitions. They’ve had the lessons, the range to themselves, and they’re good shots, sure. But they didn’t grow up the way I did, living and breathing and having the blood of the most successful gunsmiths running through their veins.”

At this point, she decides it’s all a lost cause. But Amelia is never one to hold her tongue, and she’s always been blunt. “You’re very rude,” she points out. “I was being nice. You didn’t have to lash out like that. Maybe you should take your own advice.”

It’s not like Amelia isn’t armed, after all. Not that she would ever shoot anyone without real need. How messy.

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The mind fairly boggled at the way the girl thought she could speak to people. First she calls them hateful sluts who use their wiles to get what they want, then when the person takes offense and fires back, she calls them rude? Jaya’s eyes were wide, her eyebrows raised in surprise and angry confusion while the rest of her face took turns being furious and astonished. She wanted to hurt the girl, but there was no way that would help the dim blonde retain any manners she might develop from this interaction.

She tried to keep her voice low, refusing to give the woman the satisfaction of rattling her. “You liken me to a whore who is unable to get what she wants out of life unless she spreads her legs, then you trash the weapons that I’ve built and improved upon for the last 5 plus years as well as my skills that I’ve honed along side them. Then you have the audacity to call me rude for being upset by your words? You may have gunsmith’s blood in your veins, but I don’t see any hint of proper manners. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be leaving your toxic presence before my emotions run away with me and I attempt to kill you. Ya know, because we women are so unlikely to be able to control our emotions. That’s another stereotype you abide, by right? Since you seem to follow the one where women have to pay for their accomplishments through sex?” She turned on her heel and began to trudge away from the girl. Perhaps, if she was lucky, she’d never have to set eyes on the little bitch ever again.

[reinventeverything-blog]

“Why would I liken potential customers to whores? And what's so wrong with loose women, anyway? I know there's a great stigma about women who sleep around in some parts,” Amelia started, and boy did she ever know that tale first hand. “I know the upper class scoff at women who use their charm and their bodies to get what they desire, but I thought average folks were much more open-minded and agreed there was no shame in using one's assets.”

And that might explain Amelia's own taste in clothes. She could never go home looking like this: a red tube top paired with a knotted white button down, daisy dukes, cowboy boots—she looked like a cowgirl out of an old movie, or perhaps a country-themed stripper. But Amelia had felt so liberated to show off so much skin, to flaunt what was hers, and to hell with rules about decency and purity. No more dresses and uncomfortable shoes. She could wear whatever she damn well pleased.

“I don't see where you're getting all these hurtful assumptions from. Can't a woman use both her body and her mind? Be beautiful and be smart? Use merit and cunning both? Isn't it sexist to believe that she can't, or jump to the conclusion that I believed so? You're very quick to judge.” Amelia frowned. She came to the realization that she did not like this woman, and quickly turned to her shop. “Yes. Please leave. I don't wish for you to use any of my weapons if you're going to turn to violence against other women so quickly.”

How disappointing. 0 friends, 0 sales today. Maybe Roland would bring her some sweet tea to cheer her up.

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[reinventeverything-blog]

“Why do you look so down? You look like you could use a tune-up~! Why not cheer yourself up by purchasing one of my many refurbished antiques~? Guaranteed to still be lethal in spite of old age!” 

[reinventeverything-blog]

“Hm…You must not be very experienced with firearms…” Amelia replied, looking not only disappointed, but pitying. She loved her weapons more than anything, knew each make just like the back of her hand. Her weapons had a certain personality, certainly reminiscent of the traditional Jones family style, but with a bit more personal flair as well. Anyone who could not recognize the beauty of her finely crafted pieces and modifications was certainly deserving of her pity.

“I’m certain using sex as a weapon gets you very far, ma'am. You’re quite pretty, I really did mean it, but knives are so messy, and poisons so cliché…Oh, but listen to me! It’s not like I sell my weapons with the intent anyone will get hurt! They’re for…fun!” she cheered, but behind her smile even she didn’t really believe it. 

“Sport, and a bit of insurance against home invaders. Or Reapers,” she added, joking, her eyes rolling up to the ceiling and her hands held up in front of her chest. “That Commander Shepard is a hoot. But~! With the oncoming panic, I’m sure everyone will be scrambling for guns like mine soon enough! You should get them while they’re fresh out of the oven and before I have to start driving my rates up~!”

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Jaya fell into a hip at the piteous way the woman looked at her and would have laughed outright if she weren’t so offended by her down-talk. Crossed arms covering her chest and a solidly exasperated look on her face, Jaya listened to the saleswoman. At the line “sex as a weapon” Jaya’s eyebrows launched upwards and her nails bit into her arm to distract from her sudden need to strangle the girl. She was calling her a whore! And what’s worse, a hateful one! Her lips formed a thin line as the saleswoman moved on to Reapers and Commander Shepard. At this point, Jaya was hardly paying attention, focusing all her strength on not lashing out. First this woman pulls her into a badly formed sales pitch, calls her a bimbo, then tops it all off with a cherry made of whorish tendencies. She takes a breath, two, before speaking, trying to squelch the rage that had built to an absurd level. “You don’t know me, so I’m going to speak very slowly and hope you catch how serious I am. I am willing to forgive the incredible insults you’ve hurled at me because part of me is convinced you’re too dim to realize they were insults. However, you should know that while you play with guns and weapons, I use mine. Daily. I practice until I bleed and have shot a gun more times in my life than you’ve drawn breath.” She inhaled and exhaled again, letting the fresh oxygen calm her. “And just so you know, spewing the shit you just did to any random stranger in the Lower Wards is a really good way to get yourself shot.”

[reinventeverything-blog]

“Insults?” Amelia's eyebrows immediately furrowed, a frown gracing her features. “Now why would I go insultin' someone I'm trying to sell to? That's not a good business tactic. Why, if you felt insulted, what are the chances you'd buy yourself one of my weapons? Probably slim to none, even if you did realize they're far superior to anything else you'll find around here.”

If there was one thing Amelia hated, it was being called stupid. A part of her was used to it, but that part also seethed with hatred for the assumption. She knew how to build nearly every type of firearm, knew how to create one with the raw materials, how to craft it, how to make it a powerful and aesthetically pleasing tool. Was that something a dumb person could do? Of course not. But here she was, being labeled as 'dim' again. It was like she never left home.

“If you're practicing until you bleed, you're probably not using a very good weapon,” Amelia pointed out. “Unless you're using an old-fashioned style, and I admit, they're trusty shots when their owners stay on top of upkeep, but most don't. Leather, fingerless gloves are a nice way around the situation.” She wiggled her right hand, showing off her own pair. “Even if you know how to shoot, you might not know much about weapons. I've run into plenty of people like that at competitions. They've had the lessons, the range to themselves, and they're good shots, sure. But they didn't grow up the way I did, living and breathing and having the blood of the most successful gunsmiths running through their veins.”

At this point, she decides it's all a lost cause. But Amelia is never one to hold her tongue, and she's always been blunt. “You're very rude,” she points out. “I was being nice. You didn't have to lash out like that. Maybe you should take your own advice.”

It's not like Amelia isn't armed, after all. Not that she would ever shoot anyone without real need. How messy.

[reinventeverything-blog]

Amelia had been working behind the counter, safety standards be damned. Luckily nobody often called C-Sec to this side of town. She didn’t see her customer, but she heard a faint ringing in her ears and quickly stopped what she was doing, throwing off her gloves and moving her goggles up to the top of her head. 

She turned around and smiled. “Oh, a customer! Are you a dwarf asari? I haven’t seen any of your kind before.” She didn’t realize it was a child, or that she might be offensive. “Please, feel free to have a look around! I only have the finest weapons, and it would be too difficult for me to pick! What are you looking for? Classic? Modern? Antique? All of my weapons are fully functioning, no matter how old~! Unfortunately, I can’t allow you to test them in store though…” Not anymore. That time C-Sec had actually been called. 

[officer-reynolds]

Del’s eyes narrowed suspiciously at the strange woman. Dwarf asari? Huh? OH! Awesome sauce. Del’s face brightened instantly into a smile. Ah, how she loved using people to her advantage. The opportunity was too beautiful to pass up.

“I want a custom weapon!” Del declared, standing on her tippy toes to look over the counter a little better. “Like…” What would Dad like most? Nothing too big, she wasn’t one for the bigger weapons. “A hand gun.” She pointed at one heavy pistol. “Like that! Small but powerful and and…” One eye squinted as she continued to try and piece together what she wanted. “RECOIL! Little recoil. Can you make a custom gun like that? Hand made! I want you to make me somethin nice! Wait… do you do custom stuffs?”

[reinventeverything-blog]

Amelia scoffed at the child. “’Do I make custom weapons?’” she murmured with a laugh. “Sugar, you got the best damn firearms expert right in front of you! If it’s custom you want, it’s custom you’ll get, but I charge a pretty penny for some of the ornate details. For example, a classic pistol type look with a modern feel would be pricey for the wood finish. But it’s truly a sign of class and--Oh, Roland! You’re back!” 

Her shop partner, tall, imposing, and dark, with a broad face and shoulders to match, glowered over the counter at the young asari. “Amelia.” His voice was deep, hard. “Do not sell a weapon to a child.” 

“I--! Huh? ...Oh!” She leaned over the counter. “You’re...a child?”  

[reinventeverything-blog]

Amelia’s shop isn’t located on the good side of town. It’s located on the very-bad-if-your-great-great-grandfather-saw-you-here-he’d-be-rolling-in-his-grave side of town. But that’s exactly why Amelia likes it. It’s nothing like the life she knew, and it’s always exciting. Why, just the other day, Roland threatened a potential customer (in actuality, a thief) with one of her latest models! How thrilling! He was so impressed, he bought the gun right there! Roland had grumbled about how selling to the hanar wasn’t a good idea, but she was ecstatic and insisted he was on his way to ‘Blasto-status’. 

She just wishes she could get some more customers. As it stood, Amelia needed those sales, even to shifty characters. Anything to be able to eat something other than ramen. Roland had grunted about taking a more proactive approach, and so Amelia stood outside her shop, passing out fliers. 

“Hey, hey, excuse me, miss! Has anyone ever told you you look like Marilyn Monroe~?” The woman in question most assuredly did not look like Marilyn Monroe at all with her darker skin, hair, and eyes. But Amelia always adored when anyone compared her to the sex symbol, and assumed the compliment would work on any other woman just as well. “Combine that sex appeal with danger!” Forward and highly inappropriate. “A woman like you deserves the finest, classiest, sexiest weapon to say to anyone, ‘Hey! I have a gun! Chances are, I probably know how to use it, too!’” The sales pitch could use some work. 

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The day had been anything but busy. A client had canceled on her and that high priority intel Hackett had requested on the Asari, Nasana Dantius, had been reneged due to the woman’s very timely demise. She’d already been to the docks to hand out food to the various refugees there and had even chased down her favourite duct rats to give each of them one of Tavi’s homemade cookies she still had plenty of. In the lack of action, she had begun her long walk home; maybe there’d be a message on her console…something dangerous, perhaps? One could only hope on a day as tedious as this. Her mildly self-hating reprieve was interrupted by a girl about her own age hollering something about Jaya’s uncanny resemblance to Marilyn Monroe. The information broker’s eyebrows shot up at the ridiculous compliment, but the saleswoman definitely had her attention. Jaya let her go through her shpeal, hitting all the trigger words like sexy, classy, fine, it almost made her laugh. When the girl stopped to draw breath, Jaya intervened.  “Honey, I’m dangerous enough without your weapons. Trust me, I don’t need whatever tinsel-encrusted blow-dart gun you’re trying to sell me to defend myself.”

[reinventeverything-blog]

“Hm...You must not be very experienced with firearms...” Amelia replied, looking not only disappointed, but pitying. She loved her weapons more than anything, knew each make just like the back of her hand. Her weapons had a certain personality, certainly reminiscent of the traditional Jones family style, but with a bit more personal flair as well. Anyone who could not recognize the beauty of her finely crafted pieces and modifications was certainly deserving of her pity.

“I'm certain using sex as a weapon gets you very far, ma'am. You're quite pretty, I really did mean it, but knives are so messy, and poisons so cliché...Oh, but listen to me! It's not like I sell my weapons with the intent anyone will get hurt! They're for...fun!” she cheered, but behind her smile even she didn't really believe it. 

“Sport, and a bit of insurance against home invaders. Or Reapers,” she added, joking, her eyes rolling up to the ceiling and her hands held up in front of her chest. “That Commander Shepard is a hoot. But~! With the oncoming panic, I'm sure everyone will be scrambling for guns like mine soon enough! You should get them while they're fresh out of the oven and before I have to start driving my rates up~!”

[reinventeverything-blog]

Amelia’s shop isn’t located on the good side of town. It’s located on the very-bad-if-your-great-great-grandfather-saw-you-here-he’d-be-rolling-in-his-grave side of town. But that’s exactly why Amelia likes it. It’s nothing like the life she knew, and it’s always exciting. Why, just the other day, Roland threatened a potential customer (in actuality, a thief) with one of her latest models! How thrilling! He was so impressed, he bought the gun right there! Roland had grumbled about how selling to the hanar wasn’t a good idea, but she was ecstatic and insisted he was on his way to ‘Blasto-status’. 

She just wishes she could get some more customers. As it stood, Amelia needed those sales, even to shifty characters. Anything to be able to eat something other than ramen. Roland had grunted about taking a more proactive approach, and so Amelia stood outside her shop, passing out fliers. 

“Hey, hey, excuse me, miss! Has anyone ever told you you look like Marilyn Monroe~?” The woman in question most assuredly did not look like Marilyn Monroe at all with her darker skin, hair, and eyes. But Amelia always adored when anyone compared her to the sex symbol, and assumed the compliment would work on any other woman just as well. “Combine that sex appeal with danger!” Forward and highly inappropriate. “A woman like you deserves the finest, classiest, sexiest weapon to say to anyone, ‘Hey! I have a gun! Chances are, I probably know how to use it, too!’” The sales pitch could use some work. 

[reinventeverything-blog]

“Huh. How interesting. I know a lady who’d be real interested to study that!” An older blonde who seemed to think she was absolutely incapable of taking care of herself. The doctor was partially right, though Amelia wasn’t sure why she felt compelled to take care of her like some estranged child. In truth, Cosmas saw much of her younger self in the blonde, though her unconscious yearning for motherhood had something to do with it as well. Liselle and her adorable daughter didn’t make it any easier for her. “Well…Maybe it’s a good thing you’ll still be young. She’ll have you around a lot longer! I really miss my mom. She didn’t die of old age or anything, but even if she did, I would have always wanted more time with her, you know? It’s clear you love your daughter and don’t have any regrets, so…You’re both just very lucky.”

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“Yeah. And I’ll be around for any granddaughters too, not that ‘m really thinkin’ that far ahead,” Liselle said with a laugh. “My Mom’s up in her years, from what I know, so her bein’ around t’ see her granddaughter is probably only ‘cause I had Narisa young.” A chuckle. “Wonder if bein’ a grandmother will finally make her feel old. That’d be funny.” Her smile faded just a little as Amelia mentioned her late mother; she figured her mother had died of illness, since she had said old age hadn’t been what did it. “’M sorry about your mother. Y’never really realize how much you want someone around ‘till they’re not there anymore, eh?”

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“Maybe. I know some women don’t like to be called grandma for that reason.” Her own grandmother had been that type, and exceedingly vain on top of that. “It’s great when the generations can at least know each other though. Maybe she doesn’t have a dad, but she has more than most, right~?” Amelia didn’t realize just what Liselle was thinking, but she carried on as if nothing bothered her either way. “Oh, I never took her for granted. We hadn’t grown apart. Wasn’t even a teenager and now...now thinking about it, I don’t think she had many friends. It was always the three of us, mother, Alphonse and I. You just better take care of yourself for your daughter. Right now, you’re really all she has, right?”